After disembarking from the Eunostos Harbour, separated from the Great Harbour by the Heptastadion — an immense mole nearly two miles long, the two women exchanged fond farewells and went their separate ways: Irene to the principal post station* for the next stage of her journey, Theodora to the palace of the Patriarch.
Theodora was thrilled and fascinated by the great metropolis, founded eight and a half centuries before, by the young Macedonian conqueror. In contrast to Constantinople, with its hills and jumble of narrow lanes, Alexandria was flat, laid out on a grid system with wide avenues and grand squares, and bisected by the Canopic Way — a magnificent hundred-foot wide promenade, reputedly the longest street in the world. This was crossed by the equally broad Argeus running north and south, the intersection of the two forming the hub of the municipal and administrative district. Everywhere among the crowds were clerics — monks, nuns, priests, ragged anchorites — many of them, Theodora suspected (remembering the words of Irene), Monophysite refugees fleeing persecution. From one, she obtained directions to the dwelling of the Patriarch, a modest villa adjoining the cathedral of St Mark.
After waiting for an hour with others in an outer chamber, Theodora’s turn came to be admitted to the bishop’s presence. She entered a sparsely furnished tablinum or study, its lack of chairs and tables compensated for by open cupboards crammed with scrolls and codices. Timothy, a full-bearded giant exuding energy and confidence, waved her to a chair, the room’s only seat barring that occupied by the bishop himself. To Theodora’s surprise, he wore a simple priest’s robe instead of the richly embroidered vestments proper to the office of a Patriarch.
‘Well, it would seem my good friend Abbess Irene, our sister in Christ, has formed a high opinion of you,’ boomed Timothy, after perusing the abbess’ letter of introduction. ‘She hints that you have had a chequered past not without its share of troubles, but that now you wish to follow a fresh path in life. She maintains that despite lacking any advantages of wealth or education, you possess in your favour youth, courage, a generous heart, and an excellent mind.’ Looking up from the missive, Timothy barked, ‘None of which, of course, will be the slightest use to you, unless you also have that most essential of ingredients — luck.’
‘Was it not luck, Your Holiness, that directed I should meet Irene, and thus yourself?’
The bishop stared at Theodora, then shook his head and chuckled. ‘You may have a point. At least you’ve got a ready tongue, which counts for something, I suppose. I’m wondering how I can be of service to you.’ Shooting her a keen glance, he went on, ‘I could always recommend you to a nunnery as a postulant. Perhaps not,’ he continued hurriedly, as Theodora gave a slight shake of her head. ‘Well then — how about working as an almoner until you find your bearings? Free bed and board, plus allowance — only a tiny one, I fear.’
‘Yes, I’d like that,’ replied Theodora, immediately attracted by the idea of working with deprived people, helping lives less fortunate than hers.
And so began the happiest period Theodora had thus far known in her short life — a strange, fulfilling interlude in which she discovered, through her work with the poor, a natural empathy and ability to communicate with others. Her peregrinations sometimes took her past the theatre, situated near the waterfront; somewhat to her surprise, she felt not the slightest twinge of regret or nostalgia on these occasions. From her base in the Convent of St Catherine situated in Rhakotis, a poor quarter in the west of the city, she made periodic reports to Timothy, who seemed to take a personal interest in her welfare as well as in the progress of her work. Noticing the curiosity she displayed towards his impressive collection of volumes, he gave her the freedom of his library, a privilege which afforded Theodora enormous satisfaction. She simply could not get enough of books; her keen and active mind, so long starved of knowledge, hungrily absorbed their contents as fast as she was able to unroll papyrus scrolls or turn the pages of parchment codices. Plato, Aristotle, Isocrates, Aeschylus, Sophocles, Polybius, Caesar, Tacitus, Dio Cassius, Ammianus: all were greedily devoured (Latin authors in Greek translations, for although Constantinople was a bilingual city, Theodora had but a smattering of the tongue of Cicero and Virgil). The subtle metaphysics of Christian theologians such as Athanasius or Augustine proved a tough challenge, but also a source of gratification when she found she could (mostly) unravel their complexities.
‘A pity you can’t supplement my poor collection from the richest store of knowledge known to man,’ sighed Timothy one day when she showed up to present her report, ‘ — the great library of Alexandria, burned down by a Christian mob over a century ago in the time of the first Theodosius.’ He shook his great head sadly. ‘Misguided bigots. Fanaticism — the curse of the Eastern mind, I fear. Hence the present unhappy state of near-schism between the Monophysites — Easterners of Syria and Egypt, unbending in devotion to their creed — and the Chalcedonians of the West.’
‘But Irene said you favoured the Monophysites.’
‘True. But not too openly, I fear.’ Timothy grinned ruefully and spread his hands, as if to disown what he was about to say. ‘As Patriarch, officially I represent the emperor in a spiritual sense, so can’t afford to wear my heart upon my sleeve. Monophysites, you see, can tolerate a bit of mystery in their creed. Christ, to us, though born of woman is still entirely God, and so can have but one, divine, nature. Egyptians like myself, and Syrians — a Semitic people — have no problem accepting that apparent contradiction. Try to force us to abandon our belief and you risk provoking insurrection on a massive scale. Of the multitude of monks and nuns on the streets out there, scarcely one but would gladly give their life to defend a view we hold so passionately — fanatically, if you like. Although, speaking for myself, I can understand the Chalcedonian point of view, and — tell it not in Gath — even sympathize with it to some extent. Luckily, the present imperial regime has the good sense to turn a partial blind eye to what it regards as Monophysite heresy — at least in Egypt. Four centuries ago, Titus and Hadrian faced the same sort of problem when they stirred up a hornet’s nest by tampering with the religion of the Jews — another race of Semites.’
‘Then why on earth does the government insist on uniformity, when that risks turning half the Empire into heretics?’
Timothy rose, and began to pace the tablinum. ‘Ah — there you have the Graeco-Roman mind,’ he boomed, wheeling to begin another circuit of the chamber, ‘whose legacy is Greek philosophy and Roman law. You Westerners, with your restless probing intellects, never satisfied until you have defined a thing precisely, or worked out a rational solution to a problem. To you, Christ, because He walked the earth as man, yet also was the Son of God, logically must have two natures: human and divine. Q.E.D., as Euclid would have said. Anyone who can’t see that is just being obstinately unreasonable. And as one true belief is as important for personal salvation as it is for promoting political unity within the Empire, orthodoxy must be made to prevail. Anyway, that’s how the Chalcedonians would see it.’
‘Then the Chalcedonians are stupid as well as narrow-minded!’
‘Really, my dear,’ declared Timothy, holding up his hands in mock horror, ‘such views — while refreshingly forthright — are also hopelessly naive.’ He halted his perambulations to stab an accusing finger at Theodora. ‘Heaven help you if you were ever called upon to defend them in argument. You would be utterly demolished, and deservedly so. I have a suggestion: tomorrow, I visit an old friend, one Severus, Patriarch of Antioch and an ardent Monophysite, so presently in Alexandria as a refugee from persecution. He’s renowned throughout the Roman world for his skill in disputation, and as a teacher. Were I to ask him, I’m sure he would be willing to accept you as his pupil. What do you say?